Part of the magic that makes life so sweet is contained inside the circular pastries we lovingly refer to as donuts. The Friday Donut Club was founded in June of 2004 and is made-up of a rotation of folks who bring donuts in every Friday. We have three simple rules: (1) four dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog captures the e-mails sent to club members every Friday morning to remind them donuts are here. Have a happy Friday!

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A couple of you expressed disappointment I made no
mention of the first American Pope last week, so let me make it up to you. I
just realized the last three generations of my family –my dad, myself and my
eldest son- have all had a Pope named after us. I’m not saying we were named
after sitting Popes, either -that would be cheating. They were named after us
–or so we’d like to believe.

1.Juan,
my dad, was born during Pius XII's papacy and had Juan XXIII named after him.

2.I
was born during Paul VI's papacy and had, not one, but two Juan Pablos (I and
II) named after me.

3.My
son Francisco was born during John Paul II's papacy and now has Francisco I
named after him.

Granted, names in my family come from the Catholic
repertoire (no Apples, Blue Ivys, Kal-Els or Dweezils in our family tree),
still, it’s not like we’re medieval Italian feudal lords who might have any
influence on the selection process. Furthermore, there had never before been a
Pope named John Paul or Francis. What are the odds? Better yet, what are the
odds of this happening to my grandson (if and when I have one, that is)? The
mischievous side of me wants to plant thoughts for unusual names with my son.
Perhaps Gonzo or Siddhartha. That way, if Pope Sid I ever comes around, we’ll
know it’s more than just a coincidence.

Speaking of new names, we’ve started a new rotation with
a fresh face. Tim Schneberger is the newest Friday Donut Club member proudly
makes his debut as “donut boy” this morning with four dozen delicious
Winchell’s donuts. They’re so good, they’re holy –i.e. have a hole in the
middle.

Felix Dies Veneris!

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